I focus on the other trainees—on Prabin’s Italia jersey, on Karma's Converse sneakers, on Sanjay's button-down shirt so neatly tucked in. Though they bear crude-looking tattoos of Batman symbol and cannabis leaf, there are no track marks or hollowed-out eyes. Though I know they're over thirty, they barely seem to have aged past eighteen. They look more like hip IT graduates than men who have spent half their lives injecting drugs into their veins.